Above all logic are your ideals Beyond reality are your philosophies Your mind yearns for what is not Only the surreal is what you see When will you forsake this guilelessness?
The serpents bite you blatantly As if the flocculence of the flowers Did not contrast with their suspicious scales How are you such a walking tragedy?
Blindside after blindside has been dealt you And still impending affliction awaits you Because your feet tread where angels would not dare The light of wisdom points your way But you falter sightless in the mystic darkness That is the cloud of fog wherein your head is suspended
Day dreams of knights armored in shining amour Riding in to save your battered bleeding heart Might not unfold my dear Remember that the knight may be another pillager And his slick armor just another Trojan horse